Out and Proud!

No, not like that.

I'm so glad I found this community! I've been looking high-and-low for a group of ex-Scientologists who I could share some experiences with for the past year or so and this is exactly what I was hoping it would be, so major thanks to whoever is running this board.

I was born into Scientology in the mid-80s and literally grew up in the church as both parents were staff members which meant daycare was a dusty room in the org with an underaged and under-qualified nanny. All told it wasn't a bad childhood. I had plenty of friends and lots of (maybe too much) freedom to do what we wanted. The years my Mom spent in LA and Florida doing training and auditing was a bit rough for a small child but we did ok. Luckily for my siblings and I we had an aunt who lived nearby we could stay with while Dad was working late nights CSing and mom was off doing her OT levels.

Dad left staff first, in the early-mid 90s and started working to create some real income so our growing family could move out of the tiny one-bedroom house we were renting. Mom held on for a little longer but eventually she too entered the real world to sell rugs on the side of the road for some extra cash. Life was pretty normal during that time. I went to public school and made one or two wog friends and just lived life.

When I was in 5th grade mom rejoined staff. My siblings and I became latchkey kids which was fine by us, although it became tiresome to have to babysit our 7 year old brother and we would often just leave him alone at home and go out skateboarding for a couple hours. 6th grade came around and I decided I could no longer handle public schools. Columbine had just happened and I was terrified that one of these psych-drugged kids was going to snap and mow me down one day. I convinced my parents to let me homeschool and they agreed. Of course my mom was still on staff and my dad was working so that was effectively the end of my schooling. I finished a repeat of 6th grade and then just stopped entirely. Since I wasn't doing schoolwork it was decided I would spend the day at the org doing courses and helping out in CF so from 14-18 I spent every day at the org doing various courses and bridge actions. I even spent 3 months on the Purif waiting for that incredible-sounding EP. Eventually I convinced myself I had achieved it, although really I knew I was just saying whatever it took to be done. I was on course 5 hours a day and spending my off-time trying to avoid being caught by some enterprising staff member who would put me to work, usually letter-writing, occasionally doing reception or minor physical labor. There were a number of us kids at the org in similar situations so I had a close group of friends and didn't have any real responsibilities. My sister joined the sea org the day she turned 18 but we weren't all that close so it didn't bother me too much.

I joined staff briefly at one point. I was promised I could be in OSA helping to battle the evil-doers and I was totally psyched, but when I showed up for my first day I was plunked at reception and told I would be working in HCO. That wasn't ok with me and I "blew" the next day. A very brief stint indeed. My mom was influential enough at that org that I didn't get any real flak for blowing, plus I was only 16 and other than a little verbal abuse I got away unscathed. I also signed a sea-org contract on one occasion after an especially grueling 5-hour recruitathon just to get out of the room. I was so relieved when my dad said I couldn't join until I was 18.

In 2005 when Hurricane Katrina hit I realized that I needed to do something. I had either just done the VM course or did it quickly before going down to Louisiana to help in the relief efforts, I can't remember exactly. It wouldn't be until years later that I realized how odd it was that the church receives so many donations for humanitarian efforts yet I had to get a local Scientologist to sponsor me in order to get a plane ticket. Those yellow shirts and jackets must cost a fortune. When I arrived in Baton Rouge I was collected at the airport by a local scientologist and driven to a shelter at an elementary school where we were supposed to hand out water the next day. We were given a box of MREs to eat and a thin blanket and told to find a spot on the floor to sleep. The next day we were standing out on road and cars would drive up and we would hand them their water rations from a big FEMA truck. Every day we moved from one shelter to another, slept on little cots or floors at night and spent that day doing whatever FEMA told us to. I worked a missing-persons phone line, served food in a shelter cafeteria, and on one especially useless day gave nerve assists to displaced residents. At one point I even heard a FEMA official remark "The yellow shirts are here, you guys get shit done!" and I was never prouder to be a Scientologist.

For the next 6 or 7 years I was totally gung-ho. I did my courses and volunteered most of my non-study time to helping around the org. My mom left staff again at some point but I continued to go in and spend my time with my group. When the ideal org program was rolling out I decided I needed to go up to Buffalo and help with the renovations. I took a 10 hour bus ride which was over-booked and I ended up sitting on the step up by the driver for the entirety of it. I was assigned to all sorts of odd jobs there from working on a tile mosaic to scraping old paint off a wall. I spent a couple days there before my grandfather suddenly died and I had to quickly leave to go to the funeral. My sister was posted at the CLO in NYC so it was decided that I would take a bus to NYC and spend the night at the CLO and then we would fly together to the funeral. When I got to the CLO I could not believe the conditions there. I slept in a tiny room with a 3-story bunk bed on either side of it and a narrow walkway between them. I was on the top bunk and in the morning somehow my mattress slid off and I crashed down to the floor breaking my ankle. I went to the MLO, got one crutch and a foot wrapping and then my sister and I walked subway and got to the airport. We flew out for the funeral at which point I was able to see a doctor and get proper treatment but the whole event really impacted me. I couldn't believe the living conditions these mythical sea-org members were living in. It was really appalling and loosened some of the rust that had settled into the critical-thinking portion of my brain.

A few years later Buffalo was ready to open up and even better my sister was on mission there and wouldn't I like to come see her and see the finished project? Why yes I would! My brother and I took a train up that weekend and oohed and aahed at the new fancy displays and the beautiful tile mosaic and wonderfully refreshed walls. Then came the recruitment cycles. In my naivete I thought we were there to see our sister and the building I volunteered my time to work on. Oh no. This org needed staff and it needed staff now. My brother and I were split up and the next 4 hours was a 3-on-1 recruitment cycle which went nowhere. Which meant I probably had missed withholds and needed a little sec checking so I was put into a room with a meter and a sea org member and the door was locked. I was sec checked, mostly about what kind of porn I was looking at, at then told that these session notes were going to be faxed to my mom if I didn't sign my contract. I was absolutely in shock. this was not what I expected of Scientology or Scientologists. This was against everything I had ever been told about the most ethical group on the planet. I had no idea what to do but agree. I just wanted to be let out of this little room with this terrible person. I said I would sign the contract but could I please go to the bathroom first. The door was unlocked and I RAN up the stairs and out of the building and around the block and I called my mom and told her I needed to come home NOW. I told her what had happened and that they locked me in a room and I just wanted to leave and please could she help me leave and help me find my brother so we could leave together. She told me to hide where I was and that she would call my sister and get everything sorted out. An hour or so later my brother came strolling around the corner and we made our way to the train station and were on our way home. That was pretty much it for me and the church at that point. I felt totally betrayed and disabused of the rosy image I had of the group I was a part of. I thought there must be something rotten in the church, but the teachings are still valid so I'll just do extension courses and self analysis and maybe I'll do Dianetics auditing and go clear that way.

Eventually I moved out of my house and across the country and got space away from the church and Scientologists and Scientology. I met people who weren't Scientologists and who somehow managed to be good people nonetheless. Things really clicked for me in 2017 when I was watching a Joe Rogan podcast with Megan Phelps-Roper of the Westborough Baptist Church (the hate group of "God Hates Fags" and picketing soldiers funerals infamy"). She was describing how certain she was, when she was in the group, of their rightness. That these evil things they were doing were somehow saving humanity and that there was nothing you could say to her at that time that would convince her otherwise. I realized that me, my family, my friends, basically everyone I knew was the same way. The transgressions of Scientology were to be forgiven at all costs because the entire world relies on us. We were so sure of our rightness that we could never be wrong. It was such a powerful realization for me and it gave me the courage to start really digging into who LRH was and what Scientology was all about. That's when I found out about the Hole and about Mike Rinder. This man I had seen at so many events, who was so important and ethical and powerful and now he was out there saying David Miscavige beats him!? And as I kept reading and listening and watching things just got more and more horrifying and hard to process.

At this point in my life ALL of my close friends and my immediate family are Scientologist. There is this constant sword of Damocles that is disconnection hanging above my head which has kept me from speaking out and trying to get these people to wake up. I have to watch my nephew and niece be brought up in this horrible cult and do nothing. I feel isolated from the people I care most about. Luckily for me my wife is a never-in and has been an incredible support through all of this. I'm 100% sure I would have gotten back in if it wasn't for her, just so I could be fully with my group again.

Anyway thanks for reading. This was incredibly therapeutic for me.
 

Dotey OT

Dis-Membered
Welcome to ESMB Redux @UnderTheRadar. Thank you for coming and telling your story, I don't know what to say. When I hear such a story, that I witnessed such treatment of staff kids throughout my existence in the thing, my heart hurts. There are many 2nd gen guys and girls here to talk and listen.

OSA could be watching, so keep any details that could reveal your identity to yourself, just as a heads up.

I will be anxiously awaiting more of your stories. It is actually very therapeutic for me to read them as well!!
 

Karakorum

Well-known member
Hi and welcome!
We really could use more 2nd gen perspectives on the forum, so I hope you will stay!
:welcome2:

Wow so much to refer to in your story.

I was born into Scientology in the mid-80s and literally grew up in the church as both parents were staff members which meant daycare was a dusty room in the org with an underaged and under-qualified nanny.
I'm also an 80s kid born into it.

I joined staff briefly at one point. I was promised I could be in OSA helping to battle the evil-doers and I was totally psyched, but when I showed up for my first day I was plunked at reception and told I would be working in HCO.
Ah the old: "Come join, you will be able to influence decisions and make big stuff happen and have an impact" spiel. They did that to me too.

I was assigned to all sorts of odd jobs there from working on a tile mosaic to scraping old paint off a wall
I imagine they gave you no safety training and little to no protective gear? At least they didn't have you work with power tools or operate heavy equipment.
I used to run investigations back in the 2000s, one of the things we had thrown at us were safety cases and workplace accidents. The amount of untrained people who got injured during construction&renovation projects was really something.

When I got to the CLO I could not believe the conditions there. I slept in a tiny room with a 3-story bunk bed on either side of it and a narrow walkway between them.
Let me guess, those heavy military style metal bunk beds. Chipping paint and all?

I was sec checked, mostly about what kind of porn I was looking at, at then told that these session notes were going to be faxed to my mom if I didn't sign my contract.
The sec check was most likely also taped. Having said that, the blackmail you describe was really heavy-handed and frankly speaking it was plain old dumb. Must have been some damn stat-pusher. 'Volunteers' obtained this way will never make good staff or SO.
The dude who sec-checked you would have received an R-factor from me, even back in the day when I was a fanatic.
 
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Thank you for the warm welcome!

We really could use more 2nd gen perspectives on the forum, so I hope you will stay!
I plan on it! I wish we could be more open and forthright about our experiences and who we are without the fear of OSA but I'm just so grateful a place like this exists.

I imagine they gave you no safety training and little to no protective gear? At least they didn't have you work with power tools or operate heavy equipment.
Exactly right. Utter confusion everywhere. There was basically one person there who know what needed to be done and was just handing out tasks to whoever was available.

Let me guess, those heavy military style metal bunk beds. Chipping paint and all?
Nailed it again. 6 grown men sleeping in what amounted to a closet on some rickety bunkbeds

The sec check was most likely also taped. Having said that, the blackmail you describe was really heavy-handed and frankly speaking it was plain old dumb. Must have been some damn stat-pusher. 'Volunteers' obtained this way will never make good staff or SO.
The dude who sec-checked you would have received an R-factor from me, even back in the day when I was a fanatic.
I'm told the mission IC was booted out of the SO and maybe declared after my mom wrote her reports. I have no reason to doubt it but I've come to realize that the behavior of those individuals was likely motivated by the fundamentally rotten culture of the SO.
 

Karakorum

Well-known member
I plan on it! I wish we could be more open and forthright about our experiences and who we are without the fear of OSA but I'm just so grateful a place like this exists.
There's probably some sorry sap reading this forum right now "out of a misguided notion of saving the world and an entirely misplaced sense of duty". So there's that, but it is equally true that they were already understaffed horribly in the late 2000s and it only got worse since. They don't have the resources to go after everyone who posts "negative" stuff about CoS anymore.

My advice is: Don't openly provide your real name or things that would 100% reveal who you are. But you can easily speak about a lot of your past experiences - they don't have the resources, time and men to connect the dots.
Heck, if someone would have listened to all the interviews and read all of my posts where I write about my past, they would have been able to figure out who I am. And they still haven't been able to do it :D

Exactly right. Utter confusion everywhere. There was basically one person there who know what needed to be done and was just handing out tasks to whoever was available.
Was it an actual external contractor with real renovation experience? Or was it just some dude who ran a "painting & decorating" company 20 years back? ;)
 
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Irayam

Well-known member
Hello UTR,
Welcome to this board!
I joined staff briefly at one point. I was promised I could be in OSA helping to battle the evil-doers and I was totally psyched, but when I showed up for my first day I was plunked at reception and told I would be working in HCO.
This is so typical that it must be the standard tech!
A few years later Buffalo was ready to open up and even better my sister was on mission there and wouldn't I like to come see her and see the finished project? Why yes I would! My brother and I took a train up that weekend and oohed and aahed at the new fancy displays and the beautiful tile mosaic and wonderfully refreshed walls. Then came the recruitment cycles. In my naivete I thought we were there to see our sister and the building I volunteered my time to work on. Oh no. This org needed staff and it needed staff now.
Again, so typical!
 
There's probably some sorry sap reading this forum right "out of a misguided notion of saving the world and an entirely misplaced sense of duty". So there's that, but it is equally true that they were already understaffed horribly in the late 2000s and it only got worse since. They don't have the resources to go after everyone who posts "negative" stuff about CoS anymore.

My advice is: Don't openly provide your real name or things that would 100% reveal who you are. But you can easily speak about a lot of your past experiences - they don't have the resources, time and men to connect the dots.
Heck, if someone would have listened to all the interviews and read all of my posts where I write about my past, they would have been able to figure out who I am. And they still haven't been able to do it :D
I have somewhat mixed feelings about this. On the one hand I'm under the radar for a reason. I know an SP declare would not just blow up my life but the lives of a number of people who I care deeply about and that's not something I want to be responsible for. On the other hand I sometimes wonder if being forced with the reality of disconnection would help wake up my parents and siblings who are so brainwashed by the cult. I really don't know if they would chose me or Scientology but either way there would be heartache.

Was it an actual external contractor with real renovation experience? Or was it just some dude who ran a "painting & decorating" company 20 years back? ;)
I'm not actually sure. I assumed he was a Scientologist who knew the trades but I don't remember the specifics of it.
 

Karakorum

Well-known member
I'm not actually sure. I assumed he was a Scientologist who knew the trades but I don't remember the specifics of it.
I remember a lot of thimes when for larger projects they would hire 1-2 external contractors who actually knew what they were doing, then send several dozen scientologists to provide the "unskilled labor".
I have somewhat mixed feelings about this. On the one hand I'm under the radar for a reason. I know an SP declare would not just blow up my life but the lives of a number of people who I care deeply about and that's not something I want to be responsible for. On the other hand I sometimes wonder if being forced with the reality of disconnection would help wake up my parents and siblings who are so brainwashed by the cult. I really don't know if they would chose me or Scientology but either way there would be heartache.
There's no good answer. You need to make that call based on your knowledge and judgement.

The only thing I can firmly suggest is not to give out your name on a silver platter. Even if you want to tell your whole story, force the bastards to put in the man-hours into trying to figure it all out. That's the one thing they are always short on - manpower and man-hours.
 
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Enthetan

Veteran of the Psychic Wars
I'm told the mission IC was booted out of the SO and maybe declared after my mom wrote her reports. I have no reason to doubt it but I've come to realize that the behavior of those individuals was likely motivated by the fundamentally rotten culture of the SO.
Or maybe just desperate to not have a failed mission and get put into lower conditions (or even RPF) upon returning without getting his demanded quota of recruits.

But you're right, the SO culture is rotten, with a "get the stat at any cost" viewpoint.
 

HelluvaHoax!

Well-known member
No, not like that.

I'm so glad I found this community! I've been looking high-and-low for a group of ex-Scientologists who I could share some experiences with for the past year or so and this is exactly what I was hoping it would be, so major thanks to whoever is running this board.

I was born into Scientology in the mid-80s and literally grew up in the church as both parents were staff members which meant daycare was a dusty room in the org with an underaged and under-qualified nanny. All told it wasn't a bad childhood. I had plenty of friends and lots of (maybe too much) freedom to do what we wanted. The years my Mom spent in LA and Florida doing training and auditing was a bit rough for a small child but we did ok. Luckily for my siblings and I we had an aunt who lived nearby we could stay with while Dad was working late nights CSing and mom was off doing her OT levels.

Dad left staff first, in the early-mid 90s and started working to create some real income so our growing family could move out of the tiny one-bedroom house we were renting. Mom held on for a little longer but eventually she too entered the real world to sell rugs on the side of the road for some extra cash. Life was pretty normal during that time. I went to public school and made one or two wog friends and just lived life.

When I was in 5th grade mom rejoined staff. My siblings and I became latchkey kids which was fine by us, although it became tiresome to have to babysit our 7 year old brother and we would often just leave him alone at home and go out skateboarding for a couple hours. 6th grade came around and I decided I could no longer handle public schools. Columbine had just happened and I was terrified that one of these psych-drugged kids was going to snap and mow me down one day. I convinced my parents to let me homeschool and they agreed. Of course my mom was still on staff and my dad was working so that was effectively the end of my schooling. I finished a repeat of 6th grade and then just stopped entirely. Since I wasn't doing schoolwork it was decided I would spend the day at the org doing courses and helping out in CF so from 14-18 I spent every day at the org doing various courses and bridge actions. I even spent 3 months on the Purif waiting for that incredible-sounding EP. Eventually I convinced myself I had achieved it, although really I knew I was just saying whatever it took to be done. I was on course 5 hours a day and spending my off-time trying to avoid being caught by some enterprising staff member who would put me to work, usually letter-writing, occasionally doing reception or minor physical labor. There were a number of us kids at the org in similar situations so I had a close group of friends and didn't have any real responsibilities. My sister joined the sea org the day she turned 18 but we weren't all that close so it didn't bother me too much.

I joined staff briefly at one point. I was promised I could be in OSA helping to battle the evil-doers and I was totally psyched, but when I showed up for my first day I was plunked at reception and told I would be working in HCO. That wasn't ok with me and I "blew" the next day. A very brief stint indeed. My mom was influential enough at that org that I didn't get any real flak for blowing, plus I was only 16 and other than a little verbal abuse I got away unscathed. I also signed a sea-org contract on one occasion after an especially grueling 5-hour recruitathon just to get out of the room. I was so relieved when my dad said I couldn't join until I was 18.

In 2005 when Hurricane Katrina hit I realized that I needed to do something. I had either just done the VM course or did it quickly before going down to Louisiana to help in the relief efforts, I can't remember exactly. It wouldn't be until years later that I realized how odd it was that the church receives so many donations for humanitarian efforts yet I had to get a local Scientologist to sponsor me in order to get a plane ticket. Those yellow shirts and jackets must cost a fortune. When I arrived in Baton Rouge I was collected at the airport by a local scientologist and driven to a shelter at an elementary school where we were supposed to hand out water the next day. We were given a box of MREs to eat and a thin blanket and told to find a spot on the floor to sleep. The next day we were standing out on road and cars would drive up and we would hand them their water rations from a big FEMA truck. Every day we moved from one shelter to another, slept on little cots or floors at night and spent that day doing whatever FEMA told us to. I worked a missing-persons phone line, served food in a shelter cafeteria, and on one especially useless day gave nerve assists to displaced residents. At one point I even heard a FEMA official remark "The yellow shirts are here, you guys get shit done!" and I was never prouder to be a Scientologist.

For the next 6 or 7 years I was totally gung-ho. I did my courses and volunteered most of my non-study time to helping around the org. My mom left staff again at some point but I continued to go in and spend my time with my group. When the ideal org program was rolling out I decided I needed to go up to Buffalo and help with the renovations. I took a 10 hour bus ride which was over-booked and I ended up sitting on the step up by the driver for the entirety of it. I was assigned to all sorts of odd jobs there from working on a tile mosaic to scraping old paint off a wall. I spent a couple days there before my grandfather suddenly died and I had to quickly leave to go to the funeral. My sister was posted at the CLO in NYC so it was decided that I would take a bus to NYC and spend the night at the CLO and then we would fly together to the funeral. When I got to the CLO I could not believe the conditions there. I slept in a tiny room with a 3-story bunk bed on either side of it and a narrow walkway between them. I was on the top bunk and in the morning somehow my mattress slid off and I crashed down to the floor breaking my ankle. I went to the MLO, got one crutch and a foot wrapping and then my sister and I walked subway and got to the airport. We flew out for the funeral at which point I was able to see a doctor and get proper treatment but the whole event really impacted me. I couldn't believe the living conditions these mythical sea-org members were living in. It was really appalling and loosened some of the rust that had settled into the critical-thinking portion of my brain.

A few years later Buffalo was ready to open up and even better my sister was on mission there and wouldn't I like to come see her and see the finished project? Why yes I would! My brother and I took a train up that weekend and oohed and aahed at the new fancy displays and the beautiful tile mosaic and wonderfully refreshed walls. Then came the recruitment cycles. In my naivete I thought we were there to see our sister and the building I volunteered my time to work on. Oh no. This org needed staff and it needed staff now. My brother and I were split up and the next 4 hours was a 3-on-1 recruitment cycle which went nowhere. Which meant I probably had missed withholds and needed a little sec checking so I was put into a room with a meter and a sea org member and the door was locked. I was sec checked, mostly about what kind of porn I was looking at, at then told that these session notes were going to be faxed to my mom if I didn't sign my contract. I was absolutely in shock. this was not what I expected of Scientology or Scientologists. This was against everything I had ever been told about the most ethical group on the planet. I had no idea what to do but agree. I just wanted to be let out of this little room with this terrible person. I said I would sign the contract but could I please go to the bathroom first. The door was unlocked and I RAN up the stairs and out of the building and around the block and I called my mom and told her I needed to come home NOW. I told her what had happened and that they locked me in a room and I just wanted to leave and please could she help me leave and help me find my brother so we could leave together. She told me to hide where I was and that she would call my sister and get everything sorted out. An hour or so later my brother came strolling around the corner and we made our way to the train station and were on our way home. That was pretty much it for me and the church at that point. I felt totally betrayed and disabused of the rosy image I had of the group I was a part of. I thought there must be something rotten in the church, but the teachings are still valid so I'll just do extension courses and self analysis and maybe I'll do Dianetics auditing and go clear that way.

Eventually I moved out of my house and across the country and got space away from the church and Scientologists and Scientology. I met people who weren't Scientologists and who somehow managed to be good people nonetheless. Things really clicked for me in 2017 when I was watching a Joe Rogan podcast with Megan Phelps-Roper of the Westborough Baptist Church (the hate group of "God Hates Fags" and picketing soldiers funerals infamy"). She was describing how certain she was, when she was in the group, of their rightness. That these evil things they were doing were somehow saving humanity and that there was nothing you could say to her at that time that would convince her otherwise. I realized that me, my family, my friends, basically everyone I knew was the same way. The transgressions of Scientology were to be forgiven at all costs because the entire world relies on us. We were so sure of our rightness that we could never be wrong. It was such a powerful realization for me and it gave me the courage to start really digging into who LRH was and what Scientology was all about. That's when I found out about the Hole and about Mike Rinder. This man I had seen at so many events, who was so important and ethical and powerful and now he was out there saying David Miscavige beats him!? And as I kept reading and listening and watching things just got more and more horrifying and hard to process.

At this point in my life ALL of my close friends and my immediate family are Scientologist. There is this constant sword of Damocles that is disconnection hanging above my head which has kept me from speaking out and trying to get these people to wake up. I have to watch my nephew and niece be brought up in this horrible cult and do nothing. I feel isolated from the people I care most about. Luckily for me my wife is a never-in and has been an incredible support through all of this. I'm 100% sure I would have gotten back in if it wasn't for her, just so I could be fully with my group again.

Anyway thanks for reading. This was incredibly therapeutic for me.

Thanks! That was quite a life adventure!

I can kind of see why the Church Of Scientology did not publish your experiences as a "Success Story" and let people read it before they tried to sell them a book about their supposed modern science of mental health! LOL

Not too long after I first joined this fun ex-scn message board, I began to think of other famous cults that heavily indulged in gaslighting and the kind of "Big LIes" that Nazis were so fond of. One of the more infamous propagandists in WW II Germany was the acclaimed documentary filmmaker Leni Reifenstahl who produced/directed the movie "THE TRIUMPH OF THE WILL" that glorified Hitler's high-toned tech that was saving all mankind on this planet!

For whatever it's worth, here was my epiphany about all that. . .

If Scientology is a Triumph of the Will,
then the Ex-Scientology message board
is a Triumph of the Won't!

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onceuponatime

Well-known member
Welcome to the board!

Those are some terrible experiences you went through. Sadly it's par for the course with scientology. I think it's a perfect example of how scientology is self destructing and also shows why such a high percentage of 2nd generation scientologists end up leaving.

You were a scientologist at one point and because of their crazy behavior you are no longer a scientologist. If they just behaved somewhat normally you'd probably still be a scientologist. In a way it's a good thing they're as crazy as they are but it sucks for those still in/trapped.
 

Marko Ex

Active member
Thank you for the warm welcome!


I plan on it! I wish we could be more open and forthright about our experiences and who we are without the fear of OSA but I'm just so grateful a place like this exists.



Exactly right. Utter confusion everywhere. There was basically one person there who know what needed to be done and was just handing out tasks to whoever was available.



Nailed it again. 6 grown men sleeping in what amounted to a closet on some rickety bunkbeds



I'm told the mission IC was booted out of the SO and maybe declared after my mom wrote her reports. I have no reason to doubt it but I've come to realize that the behavior of those individuals was likely motivated by the fundamentally rotten culture of the SO.
...in addition to the fundamental rotten evil of scientology and Hubbard himself...
 

Marko Ex

Active member
Hello UTR,
Welcome to this board!

This is so typical that it must be the standard tech!

Again, so typical!
Love the Zappa lyrics excerpt on your post...That song was recorded with one of his best bands: Ruth Underwood, George Duke, Chester Thompson, et al...yes?
 

Irayam

Well-known member
Love the Zappa lyrics excerpt on your post...That song was recorded with one of his best bands: Ruth Underwood, George Duke, Chester Thompson, et al...yes?
Yes, it’s on his album « Apostrophe ».
one of my favorite with « One size fits all »
 
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